Showing posts with label death breakfast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death breakfast. Show all posts

October 1, 2008

She Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth

I was going to make a quick post this morning about something I saw on the way to work this morning, but I didn't have the all-important picture to accompany it (no camera in the car strikes again). I did a quick search online for a usable related photo and ended up finding the exact blog entry I had planned to type myself...

Batesville Motel

I don't know why death is suddenly following me all around, but at least I'm not the only one.

September 28, 2008

Every day's a new day.

I love you more today than Scrambled Eggs.
But not as much as an Omlette.


June 23, 2008

Sorry I Killed George Carlin

... by referencing him in a post 10 days before his death date. I killed Mr. Wizard the same way last year on my Myspace blog, though it took just a little bit longer.

Do you see what murderous powers I have as a RoBeast? Do see how important this blog is now? Do you hear that George W. Bush, Lenny Kravitz, and John Edward?

My mom took me to go see George Carlin perform at the Strand Theater back in the early '90's. She's a huge fan, buys all his books and whatnot. She had a great time. I laughed my ass off too (three consecutive three-letter words ending in double-letters), despite sitting next to her during the masturbation euphemism bit. My favorite will always be "shaking hands with the unemployed." Ah, how true that was for the RoBeast in the early 90's.

Anyway, here's an awesome picture of him looking like a Charles Manson family member:



Here's to hoping Charles Manson dies as a result of this post.